The life of a butterfly is as bright and fragile as a flower.
"Brother!"
"I'm here."
He was always behind him until the blooming summer.
In the midsummer, when the flowers are blooming, the flower that belongs to him has withered.
Wen Zhishi left quietly.
The cold palms stated the facts.
Wenlinggu held his hand, but could never regain its proper warmth.
*Bone be under the age of
*Gentle brother
*Memoirs of a deceased wife
*Both parents died
Short story, thank you for reading
Concept: butterfly specimen